At the outskirts of Imperial City, the sky was akin to a masterpiece on the easel of a creator. The night was like those curtains of the theatre that falls after the scene ends. And on the next day, this curtain will be raised again and we'd see a bright new day with a whole new scene filled with new characters.
The tranquil black sky sang a beautiful choir with the twinkling stars. And the accompanying crescent moon sent a steady rhythm to the earth in the form of its soft light.
In a bamboo house's small room, a figure laid still on the cold floor looking at the sky through the glass roof above with green eyes. Like a lifeless person, she didn't move an inch of her body.
The silent night's tranquility was broken by the sound of crickets and buzzes from other insects in the forest. But what Ru heard was the poetry from the starry night. A whisper only meant for her.
'She walks in the dark night,
with no hope of light in sight.
She likes flaunting her dark heart,
